Depression Poems
#depression
Depression takes a person beyond feelings of sadness, to a very dark and lonely place. Poetry about depression offers the reader a glimpse into this darkness and isolation. Depression is a serious mental disorder. A creative outlet, like writing poetry, can offer relief to some sufferers.
BLO
B.
B.
Poem Published
Yesterday 12:08pm
Yesterday 12:08pm
Chain the Pain
-
Carbon layer
Slit through
Present scars
Slithering memory.
Creeping into the deep
The void of my fortress
My fortified keep.
Latent dowels
Running through the holes
The reality
Pierced through
Premeditated escape
Leeching out
Through the mortar.
A missing turntable
Events of unfolding
Unable to keep within
A taunted haunting
Unable to imprison
To keep safe
Guarded behind closed gates.
The mind is a dangerous place.
Corrupting foundation
Laying...
Carbon layer
Slit through
Present scars
Slithering memory.
Creeping into the deep
The void of my fortress
My fortified keep.
Latent dowels
Running through the holes
The reality
Pierced through
Premeditated escape
Leeching out
Through the mortar.
A missing turntable
Events of unfolding
Unable to keep within
A taunted haunting
Unable to imprison
To keep safe
Guarded behind closed gates.
The mind is a dangerous place.
Corrupting foundation
Laying...
#anxiety
#dark
#depression #memories
#depression #memories
47 reads
AspergerPoet56
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 8:34pm
12th Dec 2024 8:34pm
Pretend There's A Cure
Welcome !!
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
said the big fat slug
slimy ugly bitch
her trail along
corridor walls and floor
be well....
watch ice cream tubs
bouncing on trampiline covers
a medicated dance
for all to witness
never say
about the voice
or those invisible poems
writings in eyelids
avoid prying eyes
conform worm
wriggle on bait hooks
iet us enjoy the show
we love a struggle
it appeals to our sense of care
#depression
#MentalHealth
62 reads
10 Comments
Her
Bumped 12th Dec 2024 7:16pm
7th Apr 2023 2:46pm
7th Apr 2023 2:46pm
Snow Globe Syndrome
Little girl lost, lost her way
Desperately broke free from her cage today
She lost count of herself along the way
Packed up her memories and walked
away
Born to a family of evil origin
Baby girl was never even given a chance to begin
The toy discarded and thrown back in the bin
She waited for a kind of love that was never given
A roof, some clothes and food to eat
Bonds not formed, neglect on repeat
Held down from becoming complete
How could they so callously mistreat?
She became...
Desperately broke free from her cage today
She lost count of herself along the way
Packed up her memories and walked
away
Born to a family of evil origin
Baby girl was never even given a chance to begin
The toy discarded and thrown back in the bin
She waited for a kind of love that was never given
A roof, some clothes and food to eat
Bonds not formed, neglect on repeat
Held down from becoming complete
How could they so callously mistreat?
She became...
#depression
#strength
#loneliness #abuse
#loneliness #abuse
324 reads
8 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 5:31pm
12th Dec 2024 5:31pm
Dead
My body slowly becomes intertwined with the soil,
Feeding the worms , giving back to the earth.
I have never felt so free.
- Forgotten writer
Feeding the worms , giving back to the earth.
I have never felt so free.
- Forgotten writer
#dark
#death
#depression
#suffering
#suicide
37 reads
1 Comment
missjem56
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:57pm
12th Dec 2024 3:57pm
Waterfalls
Just one tiny drop
No bigger
Than a dew drop
Upon a spiders web
Formed in the corner
Of my right eye
It was the birth
Of a tear
More filmy tears followed
Then grew
And grew
And grew
Eventually
Forming into a deluge
Of unstoppable misery
I drowned
by Jemia
No bigger
Than a dew drop
Upon a spiders web
Formed in the corner
Of my right eye
It was the birth
Of a tear
More filmy tears followed
Then grew
And grew
And grew
Eventually
Forming into a deluge
Of unstoppable misery
I drowned
by Jemia
#depression
#LifeAsAWriter
#LifeStruggles
33 reads
0 Comments
u53l355
Poem Published
12th Dec 2024 3:30pm
12th Dec 2024 3:30pm
Delusional
I know in the deepest trench of my brain
This isn't real.
I know I shouldn't let this delusion run my mind
We are just
In seperate states
States of emotion
States of vaunerability
States of mental back and fourth
You clasp my heart
I hold yours
Keeping it in a lock box bubblewrapped double strapped
Soft to the touch
But hits me in the chest like freight train at full speed .
I don't want to live in reality
Diluted to delusions
This is where I want to stay .
This isn't real.
I know I shouldn't let this delusion run my mind
We are just
In seperate states
States of emotion
States of vaunerability
States of mental back and fourth
You clasp my heart
I hold yours
Keeping it in a lock box bubblewrapped double strapped
Soft to the touch
But hits me in the chest like freight train at full speed .
I don't want to live in reality
Diluted to delusions
This is where I want to stay .
#abuse
#depression
#LongDistanceRelationship #love
#LongDistanceRelationship #love
50 reads
2 Comments
Feral
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 8:15pm
10th Dec 2024 8:15pm
xviii: evocation
It is not prophecy -
this thing, scarlet and viscus
slithering in the sand at my feet.
It spewed wetly from my gaping grin -
a sad monument to the years.
In the conceit of the rising sun,
my teeth became redundant.
(I alone am at fault)
... Can a pyre built for a self burn rage enough
burn wild enough
burn spite enough
To slough off the flesh, the meat,
the contempt, the weeds?
Leaving my bones free to cast an offering to the stars
mirrored and diffused softly into the waves -
the breaking crest...
this thing, scarlet and viscus
slithering in the sand at my feet.
It spewed wetly from my gaping grin -
a sad monument to the years.
In the conceit of the rising sun,
my teeth became redundant.
(I alone am at fault)
... Can a pyre built for a self burn rage enough
burn wild enough
burn spite enough
To slough off the flesh, the meat,
the contempt, the weeds?
Leaving my bones free to cast an offering to the stars
mirrored and diffused softly into the waves -
the breaking crest...
#depression
42 reads
2 Comments
poetic_gawdess
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
10th Dec 2024 5:50pm
Undercurrent.
It feels like I’m swimming for my life,
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
around me, a large body of water,
and there are absolutely no signs of land in sight.
My arms and legs grow heavier
from exhaustion.
Fire is burning in my lungs, as I breathe
And while I think I’m breathing in fresh air
it doesn’t feel like oxygen, quite the opposite.
Something hot and unrelenting coils in my chest
even as I exhale.
suddenly feeling as though
I’m wading in the fiery lakes of hell.
“Keep swimming.” I think to myself.
The end has got to be near, ...
#anxiety
#depression
#LifeStruggles #water
#LifeStruggles #water
102 reads
4 Comments
Paulajobi
Paula Jobi
Paula Jobi
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 9:24am
10th Dec 2024 9:24am
It's All I Knew
#depression
#hurt
#LifeStruggles
#PTSD
#sex
64 reads
3 Comments
Poetryman
Poem Published
10th Dec 2024 6:12am
10th Dec 2024 6:12am
CONFESSION
I've heard confession is good for the soul
Though I wonder when it's a stairwell to a bottomless hole
Spiraling downward in rings of loneliness
Where no one will listen to a depressing endless tale
Without a witness to absolve the spirit of a body full of sin
Or anyone to care about your honesty at the fatal end
You may as well keep it to yourself
Bottled up with a cork to seal in secret stealth
How no one cared enough to share
The love you nutured within there
A lifetime of emotion filled with hope
Forever dangling at the end of a...
Though I wonder when it's a stairwell to a bottomless hole
Spiraling downward in rings of loneliness
Where no one will listen to a depressing endless tale
Without a witness to absolve the spirit of a body full of sin
Or anyone to care about your honesty at the fatal end
You may as well keep it to yourself
Bottled up with a cork to seal in secret stealth
How no one cared enough to share
The love you nutured within there
A lifetime of emotion filled with hope
Forever dangling at the end of a...
#depression
#emptiness
#loneliness #sadness
#loneliness #sadness
71 reads
1 Comment
PAR
Poem Published
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
9th Dec 2024 1:47pm
Horses of the Night
In vast meadows
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
horses gallop free
under the wide, deep blue sky.
In the solitude of the field
the whistles resound
echoing memories of a fruitful time.
Big eyes filled with longing.
That only the lonely soul knows
they feel the absence intensely.
On cold nights the pain doesn't go away.
The wind carries ancient whispers
of days spent next to your loved one.
Now distant how long the paths are
leaving the heart torn apart.
Horses run, shadows in the twilight.
Witnesses of the sadness that...
#anxiety
#apathy
#depression
#emptiness
#nightmares
50 reads
8 Comments
gothicsurrealism
Daniel Long
Daniel Long
Poem Published
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
7th Dec 2024 4:04pm
Sleep
When I’m depressed I go to sleep.
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
It does me well for awake I’m quiet anyway.
Psychosis is so beautiful yet so terrible.
I don’t ever want to wake up again.
Because whenever I’m awake
Psychosis pulls me into darkness.
So, I go to sleep! Where beauty and darkness
mold into dreamy realities and serenity.
Sleep!
#bipolar
#dark
#depression
#dreams
#MentalHealth
62 reads
4 Comments
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